Please try to be brave,
When I come into your cave.
If only you knew,
My fangs were not meant for you.
Only insects feel my toxic bite,
I'm sorry I gave you a fright,
You're far too large to paralyse,
So please don't think to pulverize.
I just need a wife who can lay fifty eggs,
And loves the sight of my hairy legs.
I'm under the spell of her chemical smell,
And you're in the path to my mademoiselle.
Please try not to fret,
When I race across the carpet,
She's hiding behind your comfy sofa,
With oh so many beautiful ova.
I hope she'll like my tap dance,
So my cautious advance,
Leads to true romance.
There'll be other suitors I'll have to fight,
To stay with her night after night,
Until she sheds her skin in her silky den,
So I can sink my palps into her abdomen.
It's the fate of the guy,
To mate and then die.
I'll be food for my wife,
And help start new life.
I don't even mind if she decides to decorate,
Our sac of eggs with bits of her mate.
Amazing! This is the real thing that happens in the nature. It may be named as Spidal Romance, to distinguish it from others'. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Jayatissa, as with many things in life, understanding leads to less fear. Perhaps people who read this poem might allow a few house spiders to continue their quest for romance instead of squashing them with a rolled up newspaper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice: smell/mademoiselle...i usually find my wives that way also! well, i suppose all spiders AND other creatures die SOMETIME after mating, or even without mating. but i've read that not all males (still talking of spiders) fall prey to their lovers 'fangs'....(do female spiders have fangs? i suppose.) ! ..... And i believe the reverse can be true. somethin' i read 'on Google'? sometimes my 'mate' would like to decorate with some of MY bits. to MyPoemList. bri :)